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2P! Prussia: His Awesome Antidote Part 1

   My day was wasn't as hectic as the other guys and lovely girls at the military academy. I didn't mix in with these kinds of people: some were terrible, some were dangerous, some were shy and sweet... and there was that one guy. Yep, that one guy by the name of Prussia! He wasn't like the average person in this retched place, he had striking pale wheat colored hair matching his sapphire blue eyes. He was quite a looker, but it wasn't his looks that I was attracted by. Calculative and lethal, he was a bomb ready to explode is he wasn't known to be #1 in the academy.

   I wrote rough lyrics in a storm of scribbles on my fourteenth notepad as I heard faraway shouts echoing in the hallway. Every muscle in my body tightened and suddenly I felt cold. I guess anyone knows what a jailhouse looks like, floors of cells, cells, and more cells. Our academy was just like that except with a single floor, and I was number 24. The nice thing was Prussia was number 23, he loved prime numbers, but I never got the courage to ask him, not even breathe his name. I was afraid of being.. hurt in some way by him, even though I felt fond of him.

   Why? I tapped the end of my pencil against my lip, and wrote that question in my rough draft of lyrics. I've seen him at lunch, I'd sit alone in a little corner of the cafeteria watching him and his buddies. He would mess around with France, Germany, Spain, and those other tough guys, rough-housing around and punching each other to see who was the strongest. I had the urge to punch Prussia in the arm, I always wanted to do that as close friends. When will that day come?

   The shouting escalated as footsteps grew louder. I stopped writing and froze in my bed as two men were screeching out of their lungs and guffawing like drunk men. As shy and cautious as I was, I really wanted to punch them now, and not in a friendly way. Unhesitating, I threw down my notepad and pencil on the hard bed and stomped towards the door, flung the door open, and shouted at them, "Can you keep it down, dumbasses, or do I have to shove your voice boxes down your THROAT?!"

   One of the men looked down at my lounging attire: a DC sweat-shirt of basic colors of lime green, dark purple, and turquoise, my dad's glasses which I wear when I'm in my room, & jeans with a keychain shaped like a transmutation circle from FMA, "Says the little girl." one of the shaggy-haired men croaked, and they broke out in sneers.

   "Being 5' 2" does not make me a "little girl"! I can kick your ass any day!" I spat back, but honestly, I never fought anyone before, less touch them.

   Before the other tall man in a coat could bite back, a door next to me was ajar in seconds. A furious blue-eyed German hissed at the two men, "Shut up, morons! Go take you drinks somewhere else!" The two men tsked angrily, but I think they were once in a mashup with him once and decided not to mess with him again, so they snuck away down the hall. I glared at the men sauntering away with their tails tucked between their legs, and I glanced at Prussia who was, in return, giving me a maddening look, "And you! You're loud for a short woman!"

   I protested, "I was here just as the same as y - " SLAM! He just slammed the door with an impatient flash in his eyes. I stood there dumbfounded, "Uh... the nerve of that guy, slamming the door in my face." I muttered in annoyance to myself as I prepared myself for bed, "Thanks for ruining my song." As I said that, I didn't know if I was saying that towards those two drunk men or him.

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   3 DAYS LATER

   I awoke to anxious knocking on my door. I rubbed my eyes and carelessly smoothed my short light brown hair and got out of bed. I unlocked it and discovered a pink/blue man with messy blonde hair, "England, what are you doing here?"

   "I need to tell you something." he said, looking serious, but as I began to ask why, he hushed me, smiling, "nevermind, I don't want to ruin your day. Let's go to the gym, poppet."